Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oneida. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.